For their smiles... [blog chat led to delivering humanitarian aid]

The [we visited Donbass], we accidentally ended up at the Krasnodon orphanage/boarding school for disabled children. Evacuating such children to the basements during each bombardment is almost always impossible - many of the children are quite grown, some can not walk.

Only women work in the school. In the summer, shells fell 150 meters from the orphanage. But none of the staff stopped working or left the children.

These women are heroes. Do not leave the children, stay with them without pay, empty chamberpots under fire, soothe the kids - only just real people are capable of this.

We came there completely unprepared, with some hard candies, which, as it turned out, were a choking hazard, and ridiculous toys, which we were ashamed to even give.

I did not know how to deal with these children, at all. Ran senselessly between them and crumpled pieces of chocolate in my fingers, trying to put it in their mouths.

After a [rus], many people wrote to me with a desire to help.

There were so many difficulties and pitfalls which we did not know about.

The children are difficult, they need to be handled in a special way.

We found a woman who knew the home pretty well. She wrote a list for us, what she usually bought for them.

Then, volunteer aid workers started helping us. A lot of good people appeared out of nowhere. They bought body wash for children, cream, powder, wet wipes. Laundry detergent, toothpaste, shampoo, soap ...

And play-doh, paper, pens and pencils. And a lot of sweets, the kinds that's good for disabled kids - marshmallows, turkish delight, cookies, cakes...

We bought as many diapers as we could, for the bedridden children.

Someone wrote in the comments that he congratulated such children wearing carnival costumes. To which I retorted that we are animators, and we would do it if we had the costumes. Half an hour later I was already told that they will get us costumes, so my joke turned into reality ...

When I called Ruben, and told him what’s gonna happen, and that we will do a show, he only timidly protested:

- I do not want to be a rabbit! I want a manly costume!

So, there I sat before leaving, staring at a Sheep,, and Snow White costumes. And fighting the urge to accidentally forget them at home.

We did not know exactly what to do and how, but decided we will surprise everyone right off the bat - unload and hand out everything in costumes.

To be more convincing, we even practiced a bit before turning towards the orphanage - walked along the road, practice run, so to speak. A BMP driving by swerved and nearly flew off the road at the sight of our trio.

And so we, having prepared, rehearsed the roles and scared half of the Krasnodon-Lugansk highway, come to the orphanage. And it’s...


We stand at the entrance and listen to everyone laughing.

My dress constantly slips, revealing very risque openings. Good thing I put on a jacket under it, that prevents a complete fiasco.

The boys unload boxes, still in costumes, followed by the uncontrollable laughter of nannies and nurses.

- “Where's the nice young man?” - Karlsson and The Sheep have charmed all the female staff.

We did not see the children this time around, but there were always heads peeking from the stairwell. And footsteps stomping around corners. The children were really curious about what was going on, but interaction was not allowed - quarantine.

We left the costumes at the orphanage, for celebrations.
When we handed them over, we saw tired women turn into kids.
They began to pick up the costumes, examine them, stroke with hands. Such genuine delight.

There were several women raised in the orphanage, they stayed when they grew up - to live and work. With happy faces, they said they will now be "Beautiful, just like Snow White."

When we were leaving, we could hear shell impacts on the horizon. Far from Krasnodon. We knew that they will not reach us.

But that was also a heavy-handed reminder of the reality we were in.

I am often asked - why don’t people there just move? Away from the war?

After visiting places like that orphanage, I do not know what to say.

Start explaining that no one wants these children?

What else can we say?

Explain that nurses do not abandon the children because they pity and love them? And that they aren’t getting paid, and could leave?

How many other abandoned and helpless people remain in the region?

The elderly, the sick, the disabled?

We will come again. And bring aid.

And, for the sake of their laughter, put on any silly costumes.

Those who want to help, please contact me via (link) or by email -


Beginning of LitteHirosima's story, and how it unfolded:
PS. From the translator - Paypal to works, sent some cash, talked to Evdokiya a bit.

If any questions, try to message her - she speaks English. She really did appreciate last time some American from LL (I think) messaged her trying to help. But may take some time to answer if she's on another one of Lugansk aid trips.